The crowd began filing out of the building.
"Hello!" cried "Crackers" Brown, suddenly. "That looks interesting."
"Goodness!—'Crackers' discovers something interesting!" murmured Benny Wilkins. "It's certainly not himself."
"What do you see, Brown?" asked Owen Lawrence.
"You fellows couldn't spy through a hole in a fence," growled "Crackers." He lowered his voice. "Cast your optics over in the direction of Steele and Somers. Now do you catch on?"
"Gee Willikins! They seem to be looking over a long list of some kind," cried Ted Pollock. "I wonder what it means."
"If your brain cells don't operate actively enough I suppose I'll have to tell you," said "Crackers," in his usual solemn tone. "It must be a—a—what's the word? Oh, yes—tentative—a tentative list of eligible players."
"I believe that wearing spectacles must make a fellow smart," grinned Benny. "What are you looking so glum about, Lawrence?"
"Why, I wanted to try for the team myself," exclaimed Lawrence. "By Jingo, they ought to give me a chance. Come on, fellows. I'm going to find out right away where I stand."
"Don't let 'em bluff you," counseled Benny. "Always remember that the 'Pie-eaters'll' back you up."